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Processing is hard. I get into a funk for a week. Not fun. Doing the first four of my eight meat birds tomorrow too.
Oh no that sounds much worse than what I have to deal with. It doesn’t affect me all that much anymore; I get odd moments of being grossed-out by it, but less and less as time goes on.
But, I think, it’s a lot different to do a production-size batch with a crew of six or seven other people, vs. clearly what’s a small run for personal use. Mostly for me chicken/turkey processing is hard work but fun, because it’s a communal activity. There are 150 or more of them, and I’ve never really interacted with them individually. And, most importantly I think, I don’t have to kill them. I hardly even see them with their feathers on.
I don’t know if I’d have the strength to handle a small run, beginning to end, of birds I’d had a chance to know as individuals. Kudos to you, it sounds like a hard lifestyle.
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allosaurusrock reblogged your post and added:
Processing is hard. I get into a funk for a week. Not fun. Doing the first four of my eight meat birds tomorrow too.
Oh no that sounds much worse than what I have to deal with. It doesn’t affect me all that much anymore; I get odd moments of being grossed-out by it, but less and less as time goes on.
But, I think, it’s a lot different to do a production-size batch with a crew of six or seven other people, vs. clearly what’s a small run for personal use. Mostly for me chicken/turkey processing is hard work but fun, because it’s a communal activity. There are 150 or more of them, and I’ve never really interacted with them individually. And, most importantly I think, I don’t have to kill them. I hardly even see them with their feathers on.
I don’t know if I’d have the strength to handle a small run, beginning to end, of birds I’d had a chance to know as individuals. Kudos to you, it sounds like a hard lifestyle.
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